As we approach our one-year anniversary of moving aboard, I sit here in the cockpit, the Jet content by my side, head on my thigh. I’m amazed at how swiftly it passed. It’s funny but when I sit… quietly and examine my K9 pal, I notice the passage of time. His chin a little grayer. His step a little less swift. I can sit for long periods of time and just watch him sleep on my lap. He’s perfectly cool with that. I wish I could be that present and accounted for. And… as I reflect on the past year, I’m in awe of everything we’ve seen and experienced on our way around the Keys, up the east coast and back down. The breakdowns and busted knuckles.The heart-aches, head-aches and victories.
There is a soft southern wind blowing tonight; roof-lines stacked as silhouetted facades against the big-city lights. The tide laps against the hull as a gentle reminder that we are landlubbers no more. As if we need that. I hear palm fronds rustle against each other like tropical corduroy pants. Cars wind through their gears, the cargo train crossing the New River railroad bridge is right on time and every now and then… a siren.
As we prepare to leave, the “plan” keeps changing and it’s making me unsure. The “money woes” creep back in and I can feel that familiar tightening and clenching of the jaw. What is that? We’ve had a great run here. We made some fantastic friends. Life-long friends. I call my friend Margaret our dream-catcher, for without her there is no telling. But it’s been an entirely different scenario. We got a lot accomplished on the boat. Many, many upgrades and needed repairs have been looked after but now I sit, quietly… wondering where we’re gonna land and what I’m going to do to keep this thing going. We’ve been lucky. Blessed. The universe has looked after us and yet every once in a while, has us careen into a bramble bush of reality. I’m ok with that I guess. Our experience thus far has been sideswiped and bears the paint scuffs, road rash and dented fenders. The lens covers on our blinkers are cracked and a harsh and glaring white light shines through. And as I write this… that siren reverberates off those facades and dims those big-city lights… just a tad.